A Spring Sunset On 35mm Film by WAYWARD WANDERER on Flickr.
(Source: skabrit, via cosmicmandala)
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she is so perfect holy crap.
METAMORPHOSE. An object is cut off from its name, habits, associations. Detached, it becomes only the thing, in and of itself. When this disintegration into pure existence is last achieved, the object is free to become endlessly anything. — Jim Morrison (via shellshockandrade)
Curing the withered land
of inevitable thirst.
Miles and miles of empty silence.
A crow squawks in ironic harmony
Along with a blissful wind that wonders
I lay on this dry ground
And watched it crumble;
I am the Earth.
I am the blissful wind and the crumbling rock.
I am life.
I am the dancing trees and the breathing plants.
I am human, I am you.
(Source: stellablu, via lhatethisplace)